Valentine's Day 3: Day Harder

When I was a boy, Valentine’s Day was a day for friendship as much as for love. We’d tape brown paper bags to our desks, and walk around giving Ninja Turtle themed cards to anyone we could stand. I’d always open the package of cards, pick out the second best card for my best friend, keep the best one for myself, and divvy up the rest amongst my classmates, less as an exercise in appreciation for the people I gave them to than an exercise in spite for the people who weren’t even worthy of false sentiment.

But oh, how times have changed. As adults, Valentine’s Day is exclusively for the purpose of showering appreciation on people who have low enough standards to take their clothes off for us in hopes that they will continue to do so. If you’re in a relationship, it’s a day of love, sex, and rapidly depleting cash reserves. For me, it’s usually a day of twiddling my thumbs while I have no one to talk to because no one else in the world seems to be single. But this year, I don’t want to be left out of the festivities, so I’ve been trying to come up with a series of activities for one that will be both productive and romantic so that I may make the best use of my alone time without feeling like I’m the only person in the world who isn’t in love.

Thankfully, another flash of inspiration struck when I woke up this morning. I live in New York City, where the opportunities for romantic activities are endless. But one of the time honored traditions for young couples in this city is the good old fashioned horse drawn carriage ride through Central Park. So, as a token of appreciation for myself, I’m going to get gussied up, head on over to Central Park, rent all the horse drawn carriages in the city, and pay them to run over anyone they see holding hands.

And then, if I’m in an especially jaunty mood, I might steal their chocolates.

-TC